#assassinscreedvalhallakin

[fictionkinfessions]

Fascinating how "I" language is such a big tell for me when finding a new fictotype. I literally picked up Assassin's Creed Valhalla and the moment I started playing, it was "oh, it me" as soon as I saw Eivor, and that was that, kinfirmed within moments of seeing him for the first time, with subsequent events in-game only further confirming it. And then had a revelation about how intently my current life is ruled by the same symbolism as his- ravens, wolves (albeit in different ways), losing my family because they let it happen, the North... I'm going to go home. Someday. I may not have been born there in this life, but I'll be damned if I don't fight just as hard for it now as I fought in general when I was him. It's home, and it always has been, I belong there, and I won't let anything take it from me.

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[fictionkinfessions]

yes I stole my brother’s wife

and I’d do it again. she’s a lesbian bro

10/10 would sleep with my brother’s wife

—Eivor Wolf-Kissed (#🌿🏹🐺)

[fictionkinfessions]

I miss my family. My parents, my father, my brother. I miss all of you. I miss Norway, and I miss Ravensthorpe. England sucked, but it was also wonderful. My home is those I am with, and I miss my crew. My family, my crew, my clan. I hope I can find the Raven Clan again. —Eivor Wolf-Kissed (#🌿🏹🐺)